Demons and resentments

Migal came to the seventh floor of the Holy Magic Tower, which was not like the previous floors, the scene here was more like a carefree, occasional joys and sorrows, and a world of peace and contentment.

Migal knew that he was trapped in an illusion, but instead of trying to shatter it, he was interested in seeing who created it and whose story it represented.

There are vendors in the streets and alleys, and there are high-end restaurants, and people's faces are full of smiles, and this illusion does not look flawed, but really like the world, Migal sighed.

Migale heard the singing and dancing in the restaurant, especially the sad sound of the flute, walked into the restaurant quickly, found a seat, asked Xiao Er for a few side dishes, and listened quietly, the story told in the sound of the flute - not envy the gods, only envy the mandarin ducks, with deep affection, but separation, if there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, but the amorous person has empty hatred.

Migal stood up and said to the flute-bearer: "Life is like a play, why care, the past is all vain, a dream, forget it, this dust should not be affectionate,

But the edge of the red dust, the road is obtained. ”

The blower smiled: "Life is ruthless, how can there be joys and sorrows, only those who have seven emotions and six desires are human, and dare to ask Your Excellency what is the avenue." ”

Migal was about to say something, but the was gone.

Migal followed the person who played the flute, he believed that the person who played the flute was the master of the illusion, but why did the story in the sound of the flute resemble the story of his friend Han Xiangzi.

Migal followed the sound of the flute to a small pavilion near the sea, there was a dragon spirit tree next to the pavilion, and when he got closer, the person who played Xiao was Han Xiangzi, and the dragon spirit tree was transformed by the dragon girl's brilliant colors, and the sound of the flute became more and more sad, and the dragon spirit tree would cry.

Looking at this scene, Migal couldn't help but say sadly: "A lover can't be white-headed, as the so-called amorous hatred has been empty since ancient times, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal." ”

Migal walked up to the man in front of him, who looked like Han Xiangzi, and said: "Although you pretend to be like my friend, you are not, you are just his inner demon, and it is also the resentment of the seven emotions and six desires that he stripped off before becoming the master of the Seven Realms. ”

The sound of the flute stopped, the dragon spirit tree disappeared, and the illusion in front of him also disappeared, and Migal suddenly heard - you so-called gods, what strip away emotions, can be righteous, ruthless and desireless, and you are an invincible holy spirit, I want to destroy the gods and Buddhas in the world, and I am willing to be the enemy of the heavenly way.

I am the Seven Emotions Holy Demon King of the Infinite Illusion Demon Realm, wait, are you willing to die at my hands?

Migal: "What a big breath, let me meet you for a while, the so-called Seven Emotions Holy Demon King." ”